Hope

One of my peers at work asked me yesterday how I was doing (in terms of the surgery). After we were talking a bit, I told him I couldn’t really put my finger on the feeling, but that I was really, really happy. Very content, excited, optimistic. His response was, “Sarah – that’s hope.” And as corny as it sounds, that was it. Not the recent “Obama” / political kind of hope. But hope for this new life I have. I hadn’t been able to find the right word, but I have hope. I am hopeful. And they aren’t the same thing. For the first time in a very long time, I believe I will succeed at this effort. I WILL be healthy. I AM doing the right thing. And even though the weight loss has slowed this week (only about a pound), I have no doubt that there will be short-term wins and long-term success. This feeling of hope is an amazing thing – I’m glad it’s back!